A day for MY room…the Augean Stables, part III

I never really have moved in since we came to the house. My lighting hasn’t worked, never did get my pirate hat hung up, I’m using a child’s coathanging rig on the back of my door to hang adult clothing (it drags on the carpet) and the walls have...

85,000 words and gaining on it. Thank goodness.

Mr Lector notwithstanding, I am making progress now! I spent the day glued to the working chair. I got blisters on my hand yesterday wielding a broom, trying to help Jane clean up the gutter mess, which shows you in what sad shape my hands are. They caught the...

And here comes the chopper again…(11 pm)

Some brilliant functionary decided that it would be nice to give our local prison inmates a holiday at the fair. At the end of the day, they’re missing one, sort of a Hannibal Lecter type, far out of touch with reality, to hear the local news guys, and probably...

84,000 words. And with a clatter on the roof…

Nope, it’s not Christmas, and that wasn’t a sledful of reindeer that got me out into the garden. It was Jane with an extension ladder and the determination to actually clean the gutters. I wasn’t about to leave her solo out there, especially with an...

some real interesting historical research…

One of the fun bits about genealogy as a hobby is that you end up delving into places and areas you’ve never remotely understood. And I always pooh-poohed any possibility of being able to trace ancestry back into the Roman Empire, but research got me into some...

81,000 words and we are beginning to make sense of it all…

It’s been very hard to keep my focus and my momentum due to circumstances you all know, but I think I am over the hump and still making sense. I’ll of course do a running rewrite to be sure everything makes the sense I think it does, but I think I am on...